"Seaside!"
Qian fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Just by looking at the bones, he might not have been able to recognize him.
But besides the bones being salvaged, there were also other items like a phone and a watch.
Once the mud on the phone and watch was wiped clean, how could he not recognize them?
These were the birthday gifts he bought for his son when he was working outside that year.
Even after all these years, he had never forgotten them.
"Little Bin!"
Qian was equally grief-stricken.
After Qian Haibin had been missing for so many years, the Qian Family had gradually forgotten him.
Everyone had prepared themselves mentally for the possibility that he was no longer alive.
But Qian was different.
Even if there was a sliver of hope, he wished to see his cousin again.
For that, he had imagined countless times the scene of reuniting with his cousin.
He had also imagined countless times what his cousin would look like growing up.
